from Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven's sound poem "Duet: Eigasing Rin Jalamund"; this is very much my shit (cited in Gammel, Irene, and Suzanne Zelazo. “‘Harpsichords Metallic Howl—’: The Baroness Elsa von Freytag-Loringhoven’s Sound Poetry.” Modernism/Modernity, vol. 18, no. 2, Aug. 2011, pp. 255–71. Project MUSE, doi:10.1353/mod.2011.0033.)


from aforementioned paper, performance style goals: 'Claude McKay vividly recalls the Baroness’s “masculine throaty voice,” while Margaret Anderson depicts her “strewing tin cans down the stairs, hurling terrible and guttural curses over her shoulder for three flights.” [...] Maxwell Bodenheim... notes: “It is refreshing to see someone claw aside the veils and rush forth howling, vomiting, and leaping nakedly. In a revel of poised and intricate sensuality and intellectuality...”'

(I am too much of a mormon-born virgo to ever behave in this way but if and when you see me read/perform know that in my mind this is what I conceptualize myself as doing)

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